Saturday, October 20, 2007

Joni Mitchell

i'm rediscovering her tonight, i didn't quite realise what an awesome poet she was, or musician. she has this delicate quality to her singing, her writing. a certain rhythm to her words and her phrasing. just pure genius.

there are singers, and then there are singers.

her music's so pure it makes me feel dirty and jaded when i'm listening to it.

Joni Mitchell - Big Yellow Taxi
arguably the mostest famous song from Joni Mitchell. <3!!!
(there are too many covers of this song and none actually worth listening to. except maybe the one by counting crows. :X)

>>the counting crows version

Joni Mitchell - Goodbye Blue Sky
(She didn't write this - actually it's a cover of Pink Floyd's song, but i like how she sang it)

Joni Mitchell - Cactus Tree


Theres a man whos been out sailing
In a decade full of dreams
And he takes her to a schooner
And he treats her like a queen
Bearing beads from california
With their amber stones and green
He has called her from the harbor
He has kissed her with his freedom
He has heard her off to starboard
In the breaking and the breathing
Of the water weeds
While she was busy being free

Theres a man whos climbed a mountain
And hes calling out her name
And he hopes her heart can hear three thousand miles
He calls again
He can think her there beside him
He can miss her just the same
He has missed her in the forest
While he showed her all the flowers
And the branches sang the chorus
As he climbed the scaley towers
Of a forest tree
While she was somewhere being free

Theres a man whos sent a letter
And hes waiting for reply
He has asked her of her travels
Since the day they said goodbye
He writes wish you were beside me
We can make it if we try
He has seen her at the office
With her name on all his papers
Thru the sharing of the profits
He will find it hard to shake her
From his memory
And shes so busy being free

Theres a lady in the city
And she thinks she loves them all
Theres the one whos thinking of her
Theres the one who sometimes calls
Theres the one who writes her letters
With his facts and figures scrawl
She has brought them to her senses
They have laughed inside her laughter
Now she rallies her defenses
For she fears that one will ask her
For eternity
And shes so busy being free

Theres a man who sends her medals
He is bleeding from the war
Theres a jouster and a jester and a man who owns a store
Theres a drummer and a dreamer
And you know there may be more
She will love them when she sees them
They will lose her if they follow
And she only means to please them
And her heart is full and hollow
Like a cactus tree
While shes so busy being free